Three-Four Lyrics

Well sharpen these words and fashion my tongue

These bullets were fired from an unloaded gun

By some man in the shadows who knows what he's done

And hides from the mess that he's made

And sinners and saviors it's money they seek

I know nothing is perfect no nothing is free

And no one can tell me I'm wrong

I believe my enemies this life will be the death of me

No one said that life is free we were perfect before we were born

I can see that nothing's changed in factories one dollar paid

To a man who works all day and slaves for a family he has to feed

Well there's sin in my soul and blood on my hand

There are scars on her body from an unholy man

Well nothing can stop me I shake where I stand

You were perfect before you were born

Well life it gets shorter with each day that pass

And I'm scared when I see the reflection I cast

Well nothing is sacred no nothing will last

We won't pray till there's ash in our hands

I believe my enemies this life will be the death of me

No one said that life is free we were perfect before we were born

I can see that nothing's changed in factories one dollar paid

To a man who works all day and slaves for a family he has to feed

Well it's two deep breaths inside my chest and it's ten more years until we rest

We'll curse the damned and save the blessed we were perfect before we were born